I'll wear the blonde stewardess

I kept observing the skin for a moment, thinking about Dahlia's idea. The woman I was holding did seem attractive, and being a flight attendant did sound fun and an interesting experience.

"So~? What do you decide~?" She asked as she lifted up my shirt and caressed my stomach.

In the end, it was too tempting. It wasn't like we were harming them, we would just live their lives for a few days and restore them as good as new, that was all.

"Alright." I said before grinning at her. "But I won't let you tower over me. I am still your queen, it's only natural for me to dominate you in height too~"

I got used to my dominant flirty persona during these last few weeks, thanks to our more intimate moments together. It became more natural for me. Even calling myself 'queen' didn't feel strange anymore. Although it was obviously something reserved for when Dahlia and I were in private. I'd die of embarrassment if Claire were to learn about that.

Dahlia giggled playfully. "Fine, fine. Not that I mind being a cute Indian girl anyway~"

"Are you going to restore her so I can take her soul?"

"No need. Just relax, and trust me." She said before I felt a sharp pain as her spines stabbed my stomach.

Soon after, I felt the woman's soul flowing into me, settling right next to Seo-Yun's in this skinwalker part of me. I wasn't as disoriented as I was when I first had George and my father's souls at the same time.

Dahlia whispered in my ears. "Now, my dear Helen, it's time to wear your skin~"

I removed my clothes and put them neatly on a chair nearby before tearing down the skin's back. I slotted my legs into hers and felt the now more familiar sensation of her legs becoming mine. I pulled her up and slid my arms inside hers. Unlike before, a different and yet almost as intense feeling flared within me as Helen's womb and pussy replaced Seo-Yun's. I let out a moan of pleasure as I felt my new pussy getting wet.

"That's... different..." I said, catching my breath.

Dahlia giggled. "Indeed~ While not as intense as going from man to woman, I still find it very pleasurable to feel another woman's reproductive system becoming mine~"

"I can see that..."

The only thing left was Helen's head, hanging on top of my now very generous chest, bigger than Seo-Yun's, Laura's, and even Dahlia's. I grabbed her face and dove inside, the skin constricting all around me.

My vision went white as memories flashed inside my mind. I was a young girl born in Birmingham thirty-four years ago, I moved to London with my mother after my parents divorced when I was eleven, I grew up dreaming of travelling around the world but came from a fairly poor family, so I decided to become a flight attendant to fulfill my dreams, and has been working as one for the past twelve years. I had a loving husband that I met in high-school, and even an adorable seven year old son waiting for me at home.

I didn't expect her to be married and have a child... But the love she has for them is pretty intense... It's... not a bad feeling...

I opened my now blue eyes, ready to live Helen's life for these next few days. Helen's clothes were on another chair. Her underwear were fairly simple, practical for travels. She wasn't wearing her uniform when Dahlia skinned her, but one of her casual outfits, with a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and white flats.

Once fully dressed, I went to the bathroom to look at my reflection, with Dahlia following me.

"She's quite beautiful." I said, brushing my long blonde hair and tying it into a bun.

She had deep blue eyes, a charming face starting to show signs of age, and a slender yet very curvaceous body. Her voice was mature, somewhat deep, and very different from my usual voice as Seo-Yun, but still pretty to hear.

The vain side of me thought that, while she was pretty, it was nothing compared to my own beauty as Seo-Yun. But the small part of me that was still a heterosexual man did find her very beautiful, even if she was eleven years older than my original self and fourteen years older than my current self.

Dahlia caressed my back with her finger, a flirtatious grin on her face. It was a huge contrast with how Helen knew the original Ishani, who was always a sweet, bubbly girl.

"I agree, you're pretty beautiful, Helen~"

I was already taller than her as Seo-Yun, especially since I very often wore high heels, but now, I was as tall without wearing any heels, and Ishani was about as tall as Dahlia's main skin. Her head arrived at my chest.

Dahlia put her arms around my neck and pulled me closer, giving me a kiss. I felt her tongue intertwining with my now different tongue. I lost myself in the bliss and kissed her back, caressing her soft ass, not as plump as usual.

"Hmm, I like kissing you, Helen~" Dahlia said with a grin. "I really want to take things further tonight, what do you say~? After these last few days without you, I am feeling pretty horny~"

"I am too, but... She's married, Dahlia..." I protested as I looked away, trying to keep my growing arousal in check. "It... It wouldn't be right."

Dahlia smiled warmly as she caressed my cheek. "I'm glad to see that you care about those you wear, too. I had hoped for that to be true when I turned you."

"What are you talking about?"

She chuckled. "Well... When I said that I turned you into a skinwalker out of boredom and curiosity, it wasn't the full truth... I also wanted to find someone who would share my ideals... and you seemed promising."

"Are skinwalkers like us that rare?"

Dahlia sighed. "Unfortunately, yes. A lot of skinwalkers treat humans like toys to play with for their own amusement, forgetting that they themselves were once humans. But while I do like to use my powers for fun, I still respect humans' lives."

She looked at me more seriously. "There's a large community of skinwalkers in London, Yun, and you'll have to keep your cool if we're unlucky enough to meet one, because a lot of them are powerful, influencial, and selfish. Not the kind you can take on with the same strategy you used against your father."

"How did you learn about this community?"

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Because I was born in London... and the skinwalker who turned me introduced me to it. There are a few groups in London, the most powerful one being composed of former nobles, bourgeois, and other influencial or promising people who were turned into skinwalkers and now wear the skins of other influencial and rich humans."

She grit her teeth. "They are the worst. Irredeemable assholes without an ounce of compassion."

I disliked the idea of turning a blind eye, but Dahlia seemed very serious about how dangerous they were. "I see... I'll be careful then..."

Dahlia hugged me. "Good..."

I hugged her back and patted her head gently. She did seem to fear and hate them deeply.

"It's fine. Let's relax for now and enjoy our temporary new lives, alright?"

She nodded. "Right..." After a short moment of silence, I felt her head burrow more in-between my breasts. "I really like them... They're comfy..."

"I do still want to sleep with you..." She muttered.

"I want that too, but I don't want to make Helen cheat on her husband..."

She looked back at me. "It's not like she or her husband would ever know. You're not going to sleep with another man, we can have some harmless fun together and then restore them while making sure that they won't remember anything. But I'll drop the subject for now, maybe we can do it tomorrow if you change your mind. Why don't we go eat somewhere and make them visit the city a bit for the evening?"

I smiled. "Sure, it sounds good. I'm feeling pretty hungry right now."

"Okay, go get what you need in your room and we'll meet in the lobby." She said as she gave me my previous clothes and my purse. "And stash those in your luggage."

I grabbed everything, almost forgetting Helen's wedding ring that slipped off her finger after having been turned into a skin, and went to the room next to Ishani's, where I would be staying for the next two nights. It wasn't a five-star hotel, but the rooms were cosy enough.

I opened the biggest luggage and stored my stuff inside before locking it up again. I barely had any space for it, I wouldn't be able to bring much more. After that, I took Helen's bag and purse, put on a jacket, and joined Dahlia in the lobby, ready to experience my first outing as Helen.